~ Chapter Eleven ~
The Order was not happy. Their headquarters had been taken over and what they had to choose from was The Burrow or some long forgotten ruin that no one ever used. The Burrow had easily been their first choice just not a happy one. Now they were all seated somewhere around the cramped kitchen as the meeting began.
"This evening's discussion shall begin with Harry Potter." Dumbledore began, a quill taking everything said down for later documentation.
Harry Potter was often a topic of great debate amongst their group. Some believed that he had already joined the Dark Side abandoning the right cause. Others however believed he had been forced to go with the Malfoy's and was in need of rescuing before the 'poor dear' managed to find harm.
"Harry hasn't contacted any of his friends. Ron, Hermione and Ginny have expressed concern that he isn't speaking to them any longer. It doesn't help that their owls don't even leave when they attempt to send anything. The poor boy must be in all sorts of trouble." Molly sobbed.
Arthur gave her a pat on the shoulder but it seemed very awkward as if he didn't really want to comfort her for Harry. No one commented though.
"Has anyone heard word from him?" Albus enquired.
Negatives were replied all round. No one had heard from Harry since he had been staying at Grimmauld and that had been at least a week ago now.
"No one would have been able to send anything if the Malfoy wards have barred anything sent by someone in the Order. They would automatically reject anything from the Order regardless as the wards would have picked up that they came from an enemy to the Malfoy's." Severus spat. "Of course it probably doesn't help that those imbeciles addressed the mail to 'Harry Potter' who doesn't legally exist anymore. They would have to write to Silas Malfoy."
The group grumbled at the information Severus gave them. To them he had always been Harry Potter and that was how he would remain. To call him otherwise would simply be to strange especially since they couldn't have a Boy-Who-Lived sired by a Malfoy. Not many people would back them. Unfortunately, they had to call him such in fear of his or his new family's wrath.
"If no one has any other information than I would like Severus to continue."
People muttered but allowed it. Even if Snape was on their side he was still despised by many and not trusted to give them the correct information or all of it.
"Because of Silas Malfoy, I am no longer permitted to attend Death Eater meetings or Malfoy Manor. However I shall inform you of what I heard before I was revealed." Snape explained to them. "The Dark Lord is aware of many atrocities that occurred in young Mr Malfoy's previous life including the abuse done by his magical and muggle guardians."
Many protested this. They hadn't ever harmed the boy. The boy had spent most of his time at the Dursley residence anyway. No magical abuse had been given to the boy that they were aware and to say such a thing was outrageous. The Order of the Phoenix would never harm the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Regrettably for you, the Ministry believes otherwise so I wouldn't bring it up in conversation in public. It could turn out disastrous. Now, everyone discovered that Silas is a Water Nymph through Lily's bloodline, who that bloodline belonged to I couldn't tell you since it wasn't mentioned." He continued. "I have the dubious honour of being his Light mate, who his dark mate is they should be discovering any day now."
Many were shocked by the end of Snape's little rant. They should have offered more support to the child if he was having such a rough life but they hadn't thought. The group had assumed that since he was the Boy-Who-Lived, he could take care of any emotional burden on his own. Everyone had screwed up. They had caused a rare Water Nymph to turn away from them.
"How will that be done, Severus?" Dumbledore enquired.
They couldn't have Harry- Silas- choosing his Dark mate instead of his Light. That would be even more disastrous for them. Silas would never return to the Light should that occur.
"The Dark Lord is having Silas tested without his consent. He is practically parading his loyal pets around Silas to see if he reacts to them. Whoever Silas reacts to that person shall be his Dark mate. Do not allow your hopes to soar either, headmaster. If he doesn't locate his Dark mate, Lucius will be taking him overseas until the person is found. The best we can hope for is that he doesn't locate his Dark mate and he remains neutral."
The Order was disappointed with that. They had a rare Water Nymph in their grasp and they had lost it. Now their only chance remained with the very man that they didn't trust with their own lives. How was an ex-spy meant to sway a Nymph when said Nymph knew what he had done?
"What of you Severus? Couldn't you attempt to sway him?"
"I rejected him without knowing what I was doing. According to Lucius, I now take a backseat in his thoughts. His other mate is now allowed a chance and if he doesn't succeed I can have another chance. Until then I will not know." Snape murmured.
Dumbledore sighed. Nothing was working as well as he had first hoped. He had wanted to be teaching Harry about Tom Riddle's past and about those blasted Horcruxes. That wouldn't work now and he wouldn't be able to have Harry killed off either. Nothing was working! He needed to have Harry Potter back on their side. It appeared as if Severus was their only chance to get Harry back.
"We shall have to attempt to sway him back to our side and allow Severus to do what is needed." Dumbledore finally instructed them all.
"Firstly, Miss Granger and Mr Weasley shall have to apologize for their actions whatever they may be and continue to keep their little trio together. That should stabilize his emotions enough to allow Severus into his life. Miss Weasley will no longer be able to fantasize about becoming Mrs Potter. You need to persuade her away from the topic. Everyone else shall have to write letters of apology and send them to him through his friends or through Severus."
Yes, that would mend many bridges. With Granger and Weasley keeping track of him and Severus keeping him in check, he should have ample time to get him to learn everything that is needed for Harry Potter to destroy Voldemort.
"Is that understood by all?"
Everyone easily accepted this. Though they weren't sure how they would do it, it would be done for their cause. The Order desperately needed Harry Potter and if this was the way that he would return to them it wouldn't be a problem.
"Is there anything else we must speak of in concerning to the Order before we adjourn this meeting?" Albus enquired, his grandfatherly voice soothing them all.
Remus nodded, drawing attention to him.
"I'm worried that if Har- Silas sides with the You-Know-Who that the other creatures will as well."
Albus frowned.
"Why do you believe this?"
"It's just, Nymph's of any kind are highly respected in creature circles, regardless of what those circles are. If Ha- Silas has chosen the Dark they will know that is the side they should choose."
The Order broke out into chaos. This hadn't been explained to them at all within the books they had scrounged to find information in. What did they know that normal humans didn't?
"Remus, are you certain of this information?"
"Yes Albus, the mere news that a Nymph has come into it inheritance was made known before we were informed. If a Nymph feels threatened by any group of people or creatures it will reject them and though a slow process, many other creatures will now instantly which side a Nymph has chosen to accept and which it has chosen to discard out of threat."
"This is dire news!" Albus called out over the Order to be heard. "We need to right this wrong with Harry as soon as possible. We can't let this opportunity to go."
"Wouldn't Harry reject the Dark side because You-Know-Who killed his parents?" Tonks asked.
"Not necessarily, his father is also loyal to You-Know-Who. If he truly wants to be part of the Malfoy family then he would ignore that fact until it needed to be addressed." Remus informed them.
Everything goes from bad to worse, Albus moaned. He needed to right this now.
"We will all work as swiftly as possible to fix the relationship between Harry and the Order. The Order can't afford to lose Harry this way and also the possibilities of allies. Are we all understood?"
Everyone nodded their acceptance each understanding the importance of this move. They couldn't afford to lose Harry Potter, if they did they might as well have lost the entire war.
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Silas couldn't quite believe he was about to do this. He was about to face the Dark Lord and tell him that he was the mate to a Water Nymph. There was an urgency in him now that he had finally agreed to allow Draco, Lucius and Narcissa take him to see the Dark Lord and Inner Circle.
It was always there, his Nymph, urging him to simply run into the man's arms and make him see the truth. However it would never be that simple, not with him. After all, the ex-Boy-Who-Lived was going to be mated to the Dark Lord. It would be a huge effort to accept for both of them.
Oh, he remembered quite well how he had figured out the Dark Lord of all people was his mate. For him, of course, it would never be difficult.
Much like when he had seen Snape, his magic burned through his blood, yearning for the man. Voldemort had only taken several steps into the library to speak with one of his Death Eaters but that was all that was needed. The rush that Harry felt was exhilarating and accompanied with the burn of his magic it overwhelmed him. Yet at the same time, Harry could tell that this feeling was different from the feeling he received from Snape.
With Snape the feeling had been light and bubbly as if he was almost floating amongst the clouds on a warm day. It wasn't very comforting instead almost freeing in a way. He instantly knew that Snape was his Light mate since the feeling hadn't been very domineering. Voldemort though, Harry shivered. His presence wrapped around him like the warmth of a blanket. It was tight and surrounded him making him feel secure even when he was out in the open surrounded by a group of Death Eaters. That was certainly a change.
That day in the library had been a real eye opener for him. He'd been given such a difficult choice and the only thing that truly comforted him was Nye. He could only hope that, unlike Snape, Voldemort didn't shut him down before he could even utter a word to the man.
Currently, he was waiting with Nye in his arms for the remainder of the Malfoy family to get to the front entrance. They were going to apparate to Riddle Manor and of course they were taking their freaking time with it as well.
With all of this waiting, Silas was beginning to get nervous. Wasn't it bad enough that he was about to face the greatest Dark Wizard of all time? No his family had to give him time to think about what he was to say, certainly not something he had dwelled on until this point.
But honestly, what was he meant to say? It was going to be awkward enough with the entire Inner Circle and his family present. Should he just come out and say it directly like he would have in his past? Somehow he doubted that would be taken well by a group of proud Slytherins. Should his Slytherin side take charge then and get the Dark Lord alone? Then he was bound to get jealous Death Eaters. He simply didn't know what to do.
"Silas are you ready to leave?"
He jumped a foot in the air before realizing it was merely just his father. Nye growled at being jostled so suddenly. Patting Nye to comfort him, Silas nodded. He wasn't really prepared to face the Dark Lord but this was it. There was no turning back now. He had made his decision and he would live by the consequences.
"Yes father, let's get this over with."
Lucius could tell that his son was nervous. This decision was the biggest he would make in his life. If he had inherited the Malfoy gene instead of the Baltimore then it wouldn't have been so difficult on him. Silas would have been able to choose his own mate from his own criteria. However luck didn't favour genetics so he would need to work through this and his family would be by his side every step of the way.
"Come." Lucius said voice soft to comfort his son.
Silas was led out of the manor and to the apparition spot for their location. Narcissa and Draco followed behind them. Nye was, as always, the only thing keeping him calm. A single crack and the feeling of being dragged through a tiny pipe and they were there. He wished that it had taken much longer.
The Riddle House looked as imposing as ever much to Silas' concern. It wasn't a very welcoming house and his Nymph didn't like it. If he were to ever have children then he certainly wouldn't be raising them in this dump with the memory of Cedric's death always plaguing his thoughts. No, this place certainly wouldn't do.
Silas shook his head. What in the love of Merlin? He shouldn't be thinking of such things now. He hadn't even told the Dark Lord yet he was to be his mate. Argh! This was so frustrating. He couldn't wait for his Nymph to finally settle down. The Dark Lord had better accept him or he wouldn't be sane enough to live with.
The walk in was short. The walk to the Dining Room where everyone was gathered was even shorter. Everyone was silent as he entered, very aware that the child had been abused by muggles and magical beings alike. They didn't want to scare the poor child off and have him running back to that environment.
The Malfoy family took their places near the top of the table. Lucius and Draco gave up their seats to Silas and Narcissa like tradition stated. This may have been an informal meeting but they practiced this every day and didn't want to shirk their duties as purebloods like so many others had.
Lucius had his hand steadying Silas while Narcissa held his hand supportively. Neither wanted to let him go.
"You have some information to tell us young Malfoy." The Dark Lord began sitting forward.
Everyone was eager to hear what he had to say. Merely thinking about being the blessed mate of a Nymph was proving to be the undoing of some. They weren't thinking straight and they certainly weren't doing their appointed tasks. The Dark Lord hoped that whoever Silas had chosen would be up for the job.
"My mate though in the room, doesn't belong to the Inner Circle." Silas informed them, his eyes looking anywhere but at the Dark Lord.
Silence followed. The entire room was confused. If his mate was in the room but wasn't part of the Inner Circle who was he? The Dark Lord frowned. He wasn't entirely positive about what had just occurred. He had certainly heard young Silas say his mate was present at the table but wasn't part of the Circle. Truly that only left him and by the way Silas was avoiding his gaze he would say he assumed correctly.
It was almost absurd in a way. Whoever could have imagined that the once Boy-Who-Lived was mated to the Dark Lord, the very being that murdered his mother and step-father. What else was there to say on this? Could he really accept that Silas was to be his after everything had occurred between them?
In the end, he didn't have enough information to make an accurate decision. He could simply choose to send the boy away but that would leave him at the tender mercy of his other mate. The other thing screaming at him was the fact Silas was a rare Nymph. He had always collected trophies of important things to him and Silas as his mate would be one of the most important things in his life. Voldemort knew he couldn't treat Silas like a trophy but he could be just as possessive.
Standing, the Dark Lord motioned for Silas, "Come, Silas, we shall leave for my study to speak on this further."
Silas felt Lucius clench his hand on his shoulder. His father didn't want him out of his sight even if it would be merely with his Lord. There was nothing for it though. They were in the Dark Lord's territory now and they had to listen to what he said or face punishment.
Allowing Nye to jump on his shoulder, Silas smiled reassuringly towards his father and walked towards the Dark Lord. There was no glance between them. Silas couldn't stomach it yet. The Dark Lord had obviously figured it out long before his Death Eaters but that didn't mean he would accept it. If he was rejected again, he wasn't sure what he would do.
As Silas was led away Narcissa gasped. It couldn't be, could it?
"What is it Cissy?" Bellatrix cackled.
"I think Silas is the Dark Lord's mate." She whispered, staring at their retreating figures.
Everything that Silas had said made sense, suddenly. The Dark Lord was the only person amongst them that would fit his requirements. In fact, he was perfect for Silas and much more suitable than Severus.
Narcissa glanced up at Lucius, worried at his reaction. He couldn't have taken it well that his youngest son was to be mated to that man. They feared and respected him but didn't believe he would make an appropriate mate.
"We can only hope that Silas knows what he is doing." Lucius spoke.
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When Silas had been ushered into the Dark Lord's study, he wasn't sure what he was meant to do with himself. Nye was perfectly happy sleeping along the back of his neck however he was another thing entirely. Eventually he decided to take the chair opposite the Dark Lord. It was a very formal setting but he doubted the Dark Lord wanted anything romantically inclined to do with him currently.
The silence within the room was terrible. You could practically hear the clock down the hall slowly ticking away seconds. It was unbearable. This had always been the one thing that unsettled him the most. Yet he wasn't positive if he wanted to hear the man speak. If he did, all of his hopes could come crashing down around his ears.
"Am I your mate?"
"Yes." The answer was spoken quietly but seemed loud within the room.
The Dark Lord leaned back and crossed his fingers under his chin. It looked so foreign and aristocratic at the same time that Silas stared openly. This fingers were rather long and thin like a pianists though many had often labelled them as spidery.
"I am curious. Why did you think I would make a more suitable mate than Severus Snape?"
Silas didn't think before he started to speak his mind. He had a chance and he was going to take it. This wouldn't be a recurrence of Severus Snape, he wouldn't allow it!
"It took me awhile to think about this. I even wrote to my Aunt to ask for an outside opinion but everything kept returning to the same points. I don't trust the Order or Snape where as I had my family supporting you and offering me assistance in whatever I decided to do. The choice I made was one based on my beliefs of family knowing that choosing either way would be difficult for me and my mate."
He watched as the Dark Lord retreated into his mind to think. It was a little disconcerting watching as Voldemort simply sat to think and nothing else. This side of him wasn't something he was familiar with so it bought along a number of insecurities that he didn't really want to currently deal with, the most prominent of these being rejection.
Throughout his entire life, rejection had always played a huge part. His Aunt, Uncle and cousin rejected him for being a 'freak'. They never would allow him to be normal for he wasn't. If they thought he would infect the other normal children with his freakishness then they should have just left him at some orphanage. He might have actually had a friend then.
The next form of rejection was from his Primary School teachers. They were never really much help. When the children, Dudley's gang, decided to chase him the teachers would always look the other way knowing what was occurring before their eyes. To them however he was clearly some poor child that didn't have a very wealthy family. Little did they know that he was Dudley's cousin and lived with the bastard every single day. No, he was always told to walk to and from school and if anyone ever asked to meet his guardian he was told not to mention them. Teachers simply learnt he was a hopeless case and left him be.
Teachers, it had appeared, would be a common form of rejection for him. McGonagall rejected his beliefs about the Philosopher's Stone. Snape rejected the belief that he wasn't like his father. Dumbledore rejected the belief that until a few weeks ago he had been abused at Privet Drive. It went on and on including more people who rejected any tiny piece of him they could find. Friends, family, he didn't really have any of those before he became aware of his Nymph status. Then everyone wanted him for something and he was the one to reject them all.
So through all of this he feared that his mate, sitting before him, would reject him like the rest. Even his first discovered mate had rejected him so he wasn't feeling to optimistic about this. Nye, Hedwig and his current family were all he currently allowed into his heart and even then he believed it all too good to be true.
Shaking his head from depressing thoughts, he focused on the room. It was pleasant, nothing like the dark imagery he had imagined it to be. There were no portraits on the walls though he didn't expect there to be. Instead books lined every span of the wall except for the small amount of room allocated for a fireplace. Above the mantle there was only a pot of floo powder. Nothing else really stood out. The room had no personality of its own. It felt dead and utterly dull not something that he enjoyed terribly.
The Dark Lord cleared his throat. Silas snapped his attention back to his mate, blushing at being caught glancing so obviously around the room.
"Young Mr Malfoy, what is it that would be anticipated of me if I accept to being your mate?" he queried.
Silas blushed. He certainly hadn't been expecting that but welcomed it nonetheless. It gave him hope.
"The bonding between a Nymph, any Nymph, and his mate is slow allowing both people in the bonding to become comfortable around each other. There are three stages we would have to go through to fully complete the bonding should you chose to accept. The first bonding requires a physical connection of intimacy to acknowledge the mate." Silas started.
"In other words I would either need to touch you in a place only a mate would touch you or we could simply share in a kiss."
The blush was persistent and Silas had a feeling it would be stubborn to be rid of. He'd never been put into this sort of position and it wasn't very comfortable.
"Yes, that would suffice for the first bond. Now the second bond is harder to establish and takes time to make it progress. It is the emotional bond. This would be shown through many means. Gifts would be the easiest yet would take the longest to establish the bond. Speaking to one another regularly would be the most difficult but the swiftest to get through. My mother suggested a combination of those two with the added dates to get thought it as swiftly as possible."
The Dark Lord didn't interrupt him this time so Silas continued to speak of the third bond, his blush darkening.
"The third bond is the last. It requires both a physical and emotional connection to complete."
He didn't say any more but he knew the Dark Lord was amused at his shyness when it came to the topic of sex. Silas was still very much a virgin. That wouldn't change until he accepted one of his mates and allowed them to court him. Lucius wouldn't allow it any other way regardless of who his mate was. Silas loved him very much for this thought Draco thought it was utterly unfair.
"Silas what do you want from me?"
The question shocked him. Not many people took their opinions into account when considering mates. They merely agreed and went about it their own way. The Dark Lord was different. He was asking so many questions that Silas was actually glad that he had picked him as his future mate. Now if only he could get the Dark Lord to agree to it. He was perfect.
"When looking for a mate, I looked for someone with great power of the mind, magic and of the body. I want them to be able to protect me from everything that comes our way. No longer do I want to be on the front lines battling through something I no longer desire to do. I want them to take care of me, to love me. They need to listen when I speak and speak when I listen and most importantly I want them to support me when I feel weak." Silas said staring at his hands.
Voldemort watched him. Silas was definitely a submissive. He may have acted well as a very dominant Harry Potter but that's all that it was an act. His young man before him wouldn't be able to become dominant if his life depended on it. No he needed someone to rely on to be powerful for the both of them. With that in mind, the Dark Lord gave his answer.
"I agree to become your mate, Silas Malfoy."
Silas head snapped up, eyes wide in shock. He couldn't believe it. The man actually agreed to become his… this man…
"You agree?" he asked to be certain he wasn't hearing things.
"Yes Silas, I have deemed you worthy enough to become mine."
Silas laughed. They both knew it was him that was chosen, not the other way around and yet neither cared. They could feel the beginning of the bond. It was so faint but it was present and Silas wanted nothing more than to complete it instantly. He knew it wasn't possible but he wanted it nevertheless.
"Now isn't there something we are missing?"
Silas looked up at his mate curiously.
"What are we missing?"
Voldemort chuckled. It would seem that his little mate was a lot more innocent than he had first assumed. Beckoning him forward, he pushed his chair back just as Silas stood and made his way towards him. Without any restraint the Dark Lord pulled Silas into his lap. The wide eyes that greeted him were well worth it.
"What was the first bond Silas?" he questioned, already anticipating the answer.
"Physical contact…" the young Malfoy trailed off.
His breath hitched. The Dark Lord actually planned on kissing him, right here, in his office! Oh Merlin, he did! Silas sat tensely and watched as the Dark Lord's lips descended upon him. He was sure what he had been expecting but what he had received wasn't it.
Silas didn't know why he had never kissed someone before. It was amazing. Voldemort's lips were merely pressed against his. He knew that this was the very basics of what they could have been doing in that position but knew the man wouldn't push him. Yet even still it was amazing. The magic between them sparked with electricity, intertwining with each other. Silas wasn't very knowledgeable about these things but he thought this kiss was simply magical.
Every now and then they would move slightly, gently against each other allowing the magic to sweep them away. This feeling Silas received from this act alone was a high. The bond solidified and hummed contently beneath their skin as they finally broke apart.
"What do I call you now?" Silas asked remaining in the man's lap.
He knew better to call the man Tom or Riddle. But he didn't want to constantly call the man Voldemort or the Dark Lord. It wasn't very intimate and that was what they needed next, emotional intimacy.
The Dark Lord frowned.
"I suppose Marvolo would be most suitable."
Silas agreed happily.
"What is going to happen now that we have each accepted this?"
Marvolo smirked. The first thing on his mind was elimination his Nymph's other mate. He couldn't stand the thought of having that man anywhere near Silas. If he did approach Silas, it wasn't likely to go down well between them.
"Severus shall die."
It was three words to test what Silas thought. If his mate wasn't satisfied with his decision then they would be having words. He wouldn't stand it for Severus to remain in the picture. Yet Silas didn't react. He sat calmly and accepting.
"Marvolo, that man isn't someone I want to be around. Father had him removed from the property because he was harassing me. If you killed him I would have no qualms about it."
He smirked. His little mate would allow him to harm the other. Excellent, that was excellent news.
"I will have him killed with the Order members. On second thought, perhaps I shall kill him off sooner than that. It would just be one less thing to think about when I rule over Wizarding Britain."
Silas lost his mate to his thoughts once again. He had a feeling that though not done in public he lost himself in thought a lot in private. It was endearing to watch especially since his mate wasn't even aware of his watching. Nye gave a yip as if agreeing with his statement. He laughed. Just being around the man, sitting on his lap, it relaxed him in ways he never thought possible. Silas loved it.
"Have you returned to yourself now?" he teased as the Dark Lord's eyes focused on him.
He didn't comment.
"The next item of question would be your schooling. It won't happen at Hogwarts ever again."
Though disappointed, Silas had a feeling that Marvolo would decide that. He didn't fight it. Silas was smart enough to realize that if he returned he would only be hounded by the Order and his other mate, especially his other mate. That wasn't something he particularly desired. It would make Hogwarts more of a prison than a home.
"I understand, Marvolo. I can be home schooled. I'm sure given the circumstances, father would allow it." He replied happily snuggling into the Dark Lord's chest.
"You will still be allowed to travel to Diagon Alley with your brother." Marvolo muttered in Silas' ear.
"Will I still live with father and Cissa?" he asked.
"Of course, Silas, I won't be taking you from them just yet. However you will visit me when your father is summoned."
Silas smiled. The Dark Lord gave him freedom while the bond was still weak. As it grew stronger he wouldn't feel the same way so Silas merely decided to enjoy it while he still could.
"Now my little Nymph, we should return to the meeting. I'm sure your family's worried for you."
Standing, Silas allowed the Dark Lord to lead him back to the meeting room where everyone remained seated exactly where they had been when they had left. Silas was returned to his seat and his father's hand returned to his shoulder. There was a proud smile on his face however that told him everyone in the room already knew who his mate was.
"I have claimed Silas Malfoy as my mate, no one else shall harm him. He is under my protection yet will not carry my mark." The Dark Lord warned his followers. "I expect that you will protect his life as you would mine for he is mine and no one else shall have him."
It was dark and tense but everyone understood Silas was not to be touched by anyone other than his family. That also meant they would be allowed to strike out at Light wizards and witches that dared to touch approach him. Silas Malfoy would be fun to be around in Diagon Alley come the following days and they all thoroughly agreed that he would be the best suited for their Lord.
After the meeting, the Malfoy family left as a group, happy with how everything had turned out. Silas had moved their entire family up in the Dark Lord's books. Sure Lucius had been his right hand man but now even Narcissa and Draco would be well known for their connection to Silas. Yet to them that didn't matter as much as his choice. It had been based on his family. Silas had chosen to remain with his family and join the dark rather than return to the light. Their youngest had chosen a side, the side with his family and they were much closer because of it.
So now they know who both mates are. Thank you for all the reviews. As such here is another clue to my first name competition.
Clue05: The first initial of my name is the same as the main character in this story.
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~MidnightEmber
